And here's another
one of my dumb little stories. You guys must be getting pretty sick
of them by now. But I can't help it….I love to write them.
Hope some of you like this one.

Burial Ground

Dean walked into
the motel room and handed Sam a beer. He then popped one open
himself and sat on the bed behind his brother who was sitting at a
table his computer opened in front of him.

"You still on
that thing?" He asked Sam. His brother had been on and off the
computer all day….mostly on.

"Yeah…I think
I found something."

"What?"

"It seems
there's something weird going on in Yellowstone."

"Wyoming?"

"Yeah." Sam
glanced up at his brother then back down at the computer. "It says
there's been a bunch of strange animal attacks…. bears, mountain
lions, snakes….. It also says numerous people have been injured
or killed from healthy trees that apparently fell over for no
reason."

"So what does
all that have to do with us? It's a wildlife park Sam ….these
things happen."

"Yeah but I
did some research on the area. It seems that there is an old Apache
burial ground in the park near where these attacks occurred."

"And?"

"There is an
old legend that says if anything is removed from the burial grounds
nature will rebel until the object is replaced."

"So you
think that's what's happening?"

"Well it fits
the legend."

"It could
just be coincidence Sam."

"Or not…..
Look, we're in the area Dean, what does it hurt to check it out?"

"Okay…guess
you're right…..Let's get a good night's sleep and we'll
head up there tomorrow."

The next day

They got up early
the next morning and made it to the park in two hours.

"Looks like
they might have closed the park." Dean said as he looked around
the parking lot. There were a few cars there but not near as many
as usual.

"The deaths
must have kept people away, but the site said the park was open as
usual." Sam looked over at the ranger's station. "We better
go sign in."

They walked into
the ranger's station and were greeted by a man in a brown uniform
who was sitting at his desk.

"Welcome to
Yellowstone ….How long you boys planning on staying?" The ranger
asked as the brothers approached his desk.

"Probably a
week or two." Sam said.

"You boys hear
about the animal attacks we've been having?" He asked as he gave
them papers to sign.

"Yeah….We
thought maybe the park would be closed." Sam said as he signed a
fake name then handed the paper to Dean.

"I think it
should be but the state wants us to stay open. Guess they figure
they'll lose a lot of money if they close down." The ranger
then handed them two other papers. "I'll need you both to sign
these just in case…"

"In case of
what?" Dean asked.

"This is just
in case you're injured …or worse in the park. This relinquishes
the parks responsibility for any injuries that might occur while
visiting here."

They signed
the papers then handed them back to the man who in return handed them
a map.

"You boys
keep to the trails and stay away from the animals. … Follow the
rules and you should be fine."

"Thanks."
Dean said as he and Sam turned and headed back to the car.

Sam studied the
map then pulled out a map he had pulled off of the internet and
compared them.

"Looks like
the area that's been hit the hardest is about ten miles from here."

Dean gathered a
stash of weapons from the trunk then rolled them up in their
backpacks.

"Well Daniel
Boone let's go find the trail." Dean smiled over at Sam.

"You know we
really don't even know what or who we're looking for." Sam
said as they walked toward the woods. The best they could do was
hope they ran into who ever took the Indian artifacts off the burial
ground and try to replace them. If the person had already left the
area they knew that the only thing, according to the legend, that
would appease the spirits would be a human sacrifice.

"Hey, this
was your idea buddy…You want to back out?" Dean was almost
hoping Sam would say yes. The odds of finding the person who took
the object would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, plus he
would prefer sleeping in a nice soft bed tonight rather then on the
hard forest ground.

"No. We're
here; we might as well see if there is anything we can do."

"Then let's
go." Dean readjusted his backpack then followed his brother into
the woods.

TBC

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